Fentanyl Blues Lyrics

I'm outside your door

Gun on by my waist

I'm outside your door

Gun on by my waist

I'm gonna shoot you down, down, down

Low, put you in your grave

Hell hath no fury like a poor boy's rage

An eye for an eye, Isn't that what they say

The Lord says show mercy, I don't think I will

I'll finish my business and I'll meet him in Hell

I'm beat down with the Fentanyl blues

Walked in on him sleeping, yeah

Covers on up to his chest

Walked in on him sleeping, yeah

Covers on up to his chest

You know I pulled em' higher

I pulled em' higher, higher, higher, higher, higher

and I shot him dead

Lord, I shot him dead

Heaven won't you help me forget what I've done

The pain isn't ending even after he's gone

My mind ain't no better and my souls broke in two, oh

I'm searching for answers but what can I do

Except lay down and cry, because I still have the Fentanyl blues

Except lay down and cry, cause I still have the Fentanyl blues